Luyện nghe bài hát Represent

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the
Get on the humble, guns'll blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, of mad criminals
Who don't care, beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners (Ay, yo, yo, who that?) They break North
Before we get the four pounders, and take their off
The streets is filled with undercovers, chasing brothers
The D.A.'s on the roof, trying to, us and knock us
And killer coppers, come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a for
The fronters, ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can't til I, trap em and clap em
And leave em done, won't even run Gods
I don't believe in none of that shit, your are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street
a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

Yo, they call me Nas, I'm not your legal type of
Moet drinking, smoking street dweller
Who's on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it's nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it my tongue
The school drop-out, liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain't shit but stress fake niggas and crab
So I guzzle my Hennesey while on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer,
The type of nigga who be pissing in elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the game
Used to sport Bally's and Gazelle's with black
Now I'm fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new and new kicks, Heine's and Beck's

Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!
Represent, represent!

No doubt; see my, stacks are fat, is what it's about
Before the BDP with MC Shan
Around the time Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day's a plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn't hanging out in of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, the locks
Nowadays, I need the in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a grand
Could use a gun Son, but being the wanted man
But if I hit bottom then I'ma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get too
Swoop, Hakim, my brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike'll chop it, Mayo, you the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the never stop it
It's brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
'Nough to the projects, I'm ghost, One Love

ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!
ya'll, represent!